Eads

I woke up to the wind lightly blowing and the sun rising above the city.  I laid out my sleeping bag to dry, ate breakfast and prepped my gear for the 60 mile day to Eads, Colorado.  I wound up missing Josh since I left around 8:30 AM and could not remember at what motel he stayed.

I pedaled down the road.  A smile across my face because I knew Colorado lay just around the bends and turns to the curvy roads ahead of me.  When I arrived in Colorado I stopped at a pizza shack in Sheridan Lake and grabbed some candy, a twelve inch sub and an iced tea.  The peanut butter sandwiches just aren’t cutting it anymore so I mixed it up.

I headed out around 1 PM stopping at an abandoned church in Chivington.  I felt nauseous and on the brink of heat exhaustion.  So I found a basement to relax in for an hour while I regained my strength and wits.  I loaded up on water and ate the rest of my trail mix.

Eads was not too far from my current location.  I decided to continue on down the road stopping for a brief flat tire repair, which ended up in a fire ant frenzy.  I think I accidentally stepped on their home during the repair.  I must have flung and kicked over 50 of them off my leg.  Luckily I only got stung a few times.

I made it to Eads and stopped at the general store grabbing some donuts and other unhealthy snacks along with Powerades to refuel my electrolytes lost during the ride.  I still did not know Josh’s plan, but figured we might meet up later in the day.

Bicycle Touring Eads
Good ole rollin’ countryside

I hung out at the city park and ended up sleeping there by a tree. Waking up to the huge 20 mph gusts of wind in the low 50’s.  “Not again,” was the first thought crossing my mind.

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Brian Cray is not a cyclist. He’s not a hitchhiker. He’s not a train hopper or an adrenaline junkie. He’s just an ordinary man with gypsy blood in his veins, who can’t seem to settle down. Nothing defines him. He goes wherever this world takes him on this journey we call life, roaming the world, at will, by any means. He aspires for a life of indefinite travel, a tiny home in the woods for him and his wife, and any work that keeps him wanderin’. Brian Cray is a travel writer at heart, sharing his stories with the world one keystroke at a time.

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